Touko 'Dojo' Papillon vs. Desdemona 'Dizzy' Belti - Bullet With Butterfly Wings

[BlackAkuma]

Like most people, Dizzy had a low tolerence for having her head slammed into things, with her light skull being more vulnerable to it than most. Dojo’s slam did the job she’d set out for it perfectly, leaving the tiny Italian stunned for a few moments, her head swimming and easily pliable as she lifted her up and positioned her on the ropes. One arm over the ropes, then another arm, then her legs, leaving her hanging like a puppet on a string.

By the time she had regained her senses, she was already strung up, and she looked about, confused, not knowing what was coming next.

As it turned out, it would be slaps. So…so...many slaps.

”Ow! Hey!” Dizzy yelped as one came down, then another followed after that, and another after that, and another after that. Each one seemed to follow in shorter succession than the one that preceded it, until the woman was practically doing a drum solo on her tits, battering her breasts, small as they were, back and forth and setting her chest on fire.

”OwowowowowostopJesusow-”

It came to an end, a merciful end, after a few more pained moments, and Dizzy slumped off the ropes. She fell to her knees and rolled to her side with her arms around her chest, clutching it tight, struggling to get a clean breath in.

[FatCat]

Touko took a step back, retreating into a rooster stance. She stood on one leg and elegantly raised her arms to her sides for balance. Touko watched Dizzy writhing in pain with a serene and slightly satisfied smile.

"Smile, girl. As the proverb says, even a thousand butterflies can boil water and make a steam engine work", she said with a calm, but clearly somewhat giddy feel. To be exactly honest, even Touko didn't know where she was going with that one. Maybe it was about the sumo slaps representing a thousand butterflies? Perhaps, but as the idea traveled to Touko's mouth, it had already changed shape.

Seeing Dizzy slump to the ground in pain made Dojo feel satisfied. Not just for the punishment she handed out, but also because she saw Dizzy's red midsection as proof of her skill in martial arts. This, if anything, proved how effective her style is. She could already see herself showing up on LAW's Youtube shorts. It would definitely be called "DOJO PAPILLON UNLEASHES HER SECRET ARTS (shocked emoji yelling in fear while pressing its cheeks)", and she could see the people flooding the orders for her instructional DVD set. The audience at least seemed to like it. However, before that, now, if anything would be the perfect time to set up for the finish.

"Desde... Desdemona, was it?", the martial artist asked and lowered her stance, "You made good effort... but your hubris and corrupted qi was your doom."

Touko walked to the opposite corner to get some space. She had decided to go for her finisher, "Butterfly's Execution", knowing the people would love that. For that, she needed to wait Dizzy to try recovering and rising to her knee.
"I'd be happy to show the vitality training that butterfly-style teaches in that "spiritual session" you suggested", Dojo said and lowered herself into the tiger stance of tai-chi, "But right now, I suggest you go sleep today's purging off. Having corrupted qi removed tends to make you sleepy."

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy didn’t know much about butterflies or steam engines, but she was fairly certain Dojo's words amounted to nothing more than nonsense.

She’d have liked to tell her as much, too, but she was a little too busy being stunned after her opponent slapped her silly, like that fat guy from the Street Fighter games. She wasn’t sure what that move was supposed to be - some sort of sumo slap thing - but it was definitely nothing she’d seen in a wrestling ring before, and it hurt like hell. It felt like someone had been wailing on her abs with a whiffle bat, over and over.

She grumbled and scrunched up as Dojo spoke. ”Dizzy.” She hissed through her teeth and started to sit up. ”People just call me Dizzy.”

‘Special session’? She had said something about that, hadn't she? That actually gave her a fun little half-formed idea, one she set to developing in the back of her mind for the time being. Right now, though, she poured most of her focus in rising, trying to get up to her knees, trying to stand, even as her stomach kept cramping up. ”Not…done yet. carina.”

[FatCat]

Dizzy, huh? A cute nickname. Well, it was probably time to make Dizzy feel at least a little bit dizzy. Come on, come on... just get that knee up, darling.... Touko waited patiently in her crouch for Dizzy to unwittingly get into that perfect position.

"As the proverb says, when a cat limps back home completely beat..., Dojo began.

And then, Dojo saw Dizzy get up on that one knee she needed.

Without waiting, Dojo pounced into the situation and ran towards Dizzy. Once she got into range, she stepped on Dizzy's knee to raise herself higher, and swung her leg into the air for a perfect standing split.

"... it tends to see the most pleasant dreams!", Dojo finished her sentence and drove her heel down on Dizzy's head in an axe kick.

[BlackAkuma]

Dojo was setting up for a finishing move. Dizzy didn’t know exactly what she was about to do, but she was familiar enough with the flow of a wrestling match to recognize when someone was setting up for a coup de grace. All those sumo slaps had left her ragged, she was wide open, practically begging for someone to come along and put her down. The only question was what she would be hitting and how hard she would be hitting it.

That question was answered immediately, as a Dojo descended from the top rope and rushed her down, rapidly closing the distance. Her foot came down on Dizzy’s knee, planted there, and the tiny Italian was treated to a lovely view of the woman’s crotch as she stepped up and raised her leg in a perfect split.

”Uh-”

Right on the head. Dojo brought her heel down straight on Dizzy’s head, connecting clean on the dome of her skull and filled world with stars. She let out a soundless cry and fell back, plopping down hard on her back - well, hard for her - and that was where she stayed, spread-eageled and helpless.

[FatCat]

The feeling of that connection almost brought a grin to Touko's face. It felt so good, not just because it hit, but also because Touko succeeded pulling off a difficult maneuver. The only thing she couldn't stick was the landing, though, as the force of her kick, as well as the sudden slump of Dizzy, ensured she'd land on her butt. Not cool, Dojo thought as she rubbed her bottom. However, seeing Dizzy spread-eagled on her back filled Touko with satisfaction. It was clear the Italian wasn't getting up. The petite Japanese-American didn't want to waste much time as she thought about the coolest way to pin her down. And then, she got it. Dojo stood up and fixed her jacket for the last time. Then, she walked over to the prone Dizzy.

After looking down on the girl for a second, she lifted left leg up and spread her arms, for a moment making the audience think she was going for one last stomp on the unconscious Italian. Instead, she took in a breath, and breathing out, elegantly and gently lowered her foot on the petite Italian's chest, and lowering her hands into a fist-and-palm gesture.

"As the proverb says, Dizzy...", Dojo smiled as she closed her eyes with a serene smile, "Even a squirrel can become an oracle if it sees an oak tree. Please, Ms. Referee, do your duty."

The referee seemed a little exasperated and tired of Dojo's meaningless proverbs and time-wasting manners, but did get down on her knees to check if Dizzy's shoulders were on the mat. A second later, she lifted her arm up to count.

"1...!", she yelled as her palm hit the mat the first time.

"2...!", her palm hit the mat a second time.

[BlackAkuma]

The feeling of that kick did not bring satisfaction to Dizzy’s face. Quite the opposite, actually, because as it turned out, getting kicked in the heat really hurt. She couldn't say she’d ever had the displeasure before, and after tonight, she sincerely hoped she never would again.

She lay on the mat, not quite unconscious, but far closer to it than she would’ve ever liked to be. Her skull felt like someone had tried to split it open with a hammer, which wasn’t too far from the truth. Credit where it was due, Dojo had a lot of power packed in that tiny body.

She could vaguely hear the woman saying something nearby, and while she couldn't make out the exact words, she recognized the tone well enough to know it was another proverb. That didn’t surprise her. It would’ve been a surprise if Dojo didn’t end this one final note from an insane fortune cookie.

What did surprise her, however, was the pin, which came in the form of a foot on her chest. While Dizzy normally wouldn’t have had too much of a problem with a cute girl stepping on her a little bit, context mattered. Here, it made her look like a chump, and while she wasn’t a prideful woman by most standards, she couldn't but be a little sore about that.

Not that she could do anything about it, though. Even this weak pin was enough to keep her flat on the canvas, and that was all Dojo needed.

”3…!”